CGRealmusic - FINAL CALL

Call me cryin' that you miss me Call me cryin' that you miss me
When we're on the phone, you act like you don't fuckin' miss me
This the final call, snap me, that's the final draw
Put it out like a cigarette, sins burnin' on my skin

Think I need the drugs right now I'm inhalin', you're my tormentor
Mind so demented, tellin' me I need help Now I need help, prayin' for a nosebleed
Call me cryin' that you miss me Cryin' when you kiss me
Don't kiss me like you miss me This the final call

This the final call
Papa's at his bar, then I'm okay Am I happy? No way
Walkin' with your ex, bitch thinks I'm stupid Next time I see Cupid
I'ma shove that arrow down his throat I'ma kick him in the gut

He's too easy, I'm crazy in the rut Bitch in my bed, bustin' nothin', leave
R.I.A., that's the type of me Blonde hair, don't care, mix the bleach with
The nair Mixin' it with a potion, bitch, we got
Many emotions Hung up like some sneakers on a powerline

I'ma get mine, make me feel like shit You don't wanna make me feel like an addict
You know a, you don't know a butler's toxic Relationship tragic
And ballin' so hard like I'm playin' for the magic
But not hard now, grab some matches Poo-poo, I'm tellin' no matches

Room full of toxic, toxic excess Put an X on a bitch and leave her
Raise my heater and delete her, yeah She don't even know
Call me on the, call me cryin' that you miss me
Call me cryin' that you miss me When we're on the phone, you act like you

Don't fuckin' miss me That's the final call, snap me, that's the
Final draw Put it out like a cigarette, sins burnin
On my skin Think I need the drugs right now
I'm inhalin' my tormentor, I'm findin' too romantic

Tellin' me I need help, now I need coke Prayin' for a nosebleed, call me cryin
That you miss me Call me cryin' that you kiss me
And kiss me like you miss me That's the final call, that's the final call
Left you, then found someone new And you're pissed at me, what's new

You cheated and I let it slide Thought you were the one, no Barney and Clyde
Textin' my pop, made me look like a bad guy With a bad diet, yet again, I chose wrong
Lookin' at my heart, bitch, who let you win? Made a mistake for doin' it in the beginnin
You're gone, I'm winnin', smile on my face, no frowns

Like a dick to the clown, October, yeah, it's doctor's season
Yellin' at me for no apparent reason Cause you're a good king to the treason
Allergic to you, allergic season Piss me off, kill me inside, I'm glad you're
Gone, no more stressin' Here's three words I should've said, go
Go fuck yourself

Written by:
Christopher Gragg

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